Garbage

Wheels screeching, hooters bleeping before my first Jamaica bean Announcing your annoying presence to the garbage laden scene Laminated existence of mine with your weekly ritual intertwined Lips flirt with coffee cup, piping hot, glaring, snaring at Adam’s lot Like earth’s upper crust, mother, s milk has turned to dust Across border and sea, the innocent sucking mahogany breast hungrily Protruding ribs through skin and vein like crevasses of pain Tears flow; mothers glance on doomed suck lings below 10 Billion tons of sustenance wasted, carelessly overestimated Africa’s sons and daughters take up your rightful place What happened to Ubuntu? When will this demon be faced? A world in denial, the sickening global beguile Images pointlessly conveyed to the stonehearted This world is not progressive, we’re back were we started